Diced Pineapples

You fuckin’ with that nigga Girl you made the right choice My hands all in your pants I know to get that thing moist Grown talk shorty, shit every girl want me She said I’m the only one I ain’t no motherfuckin’ dummy I keeps it pimpin’, pimpin’ to the core Top a nigga’ off with some Christian Dior And we don't do hummers drop heads for the summer Rovers in the winters, escalades is just for beginners Look, she’s smoke too, just like me, we get along great Discussions over wine, and tell me ‘bout your long day She say work got her stressed Well, let me help you out that dress And I don’t mean to preach But your pussy shall be blessed Kissing down your back, molly got her relaxed Chills down that body, I give that ass a smack Sex on the beach, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the drink Knocking dishes over got her on my kitchen sink She say “Bow, you’re a beast” I tell her “Yeah, I know” Them hoes let my swag maybe ‘cause I’m from the O Smokin’ on somthin while she rubbin’ on my chest Asked her if this dick good, she replies with a ‘yes’ I’m so deep in it, got her so wet I might fuck around and sink in it We in the bathroom doing the most I got the Trojan can’t get burned like toast I don’t know what it is about us Shorty keep me coming back Have fun every time I’m wit’ her And if my girl found out I know she’d have a heart attack What she don’t know won't hurt her No, what she don’t know won’t hurt her